The Girl in the Mirror (Harry Styles fanfic)

Chapter 63

Chapter 63

Harry's POV

The sun rises, morning arriving and I haven't slept. I haven't had a single wink of sleep. I can't sleep, not when I've got this much energy. I'm bouncing, bouncing off the walls. I'm riding this high, not a chance of me coming down yet.

The gram of cocaine I snorted has empowered me. I don't want to lose this feeling, never. I want to feel like this forever. The moment I felt like I was losing this feeling I took another line, until the bag was nearly empty.

I want to feel like this forever. I'm going to make sure I stay like this for as long as I can. I've got so much to do today.

I take another quick line of the empowering white powder. It gives me a bounce in my step, ready to get through the day. I'm already ready for the day. I'm showered and dressed, raring to go. Today's going to be a beautiful day.

I leave my house, time flowing by quickly. It seems like everything is going in fast motion, because I'm suddenly in my car driving to work. I've got work commitments with the band today. I don't want to see them, especially Louis. I'm not letting him or anyone else bring me down though, not today. Nobody is going to ruin my good mood.

Mr Brightside comes on the radio. I fucking love this song! I turn the volume up, blasting the music from my speakers. I sing at the top of my lungs, windows down for everyone to hear.

It started out with a kiss.

How did it up like this?

It was only a kiss.

It was only a kiss.

I don't care if it's only seven in the morning! It doesn't feel like it's that early to me. I swear I could go to a rave now and dance the day away. I'd love that, I'd love to party endlessly.

I feel invincible. I feel for the first time in years that I'm in control. I'm running the show today.

I breathe in deeply, enjoying just living and breathing the crisp air. Today is going to be a good day. I can feel it; I feel it in my bones.

I pull up outside the studio, parking my car carefully. I climb out of my car, starching my arms into the air. I can hear my name being called and I look around, seeing a group of fans waiting for me at the entrance. They try desperately to get my attention, but they don't need to try hard. I see them, I always see them.

I wave at them and they scream and squeal in excitement. I check my watch, deciding I've got five minutes free. I've always got five minutes free for them.

I walk over to them and they start to squeal and scream in more excitement. It's moments like this that make my job seem worthwhile. The love and adoration I get from these beautiful people is everything. They don't judge me; they don't call me out on my mistakes. They love me, all of me. They just want me to be happy. They'll never know its their love and support, which makes me so happy.

I reach them hugging them all one by one and when they ask I even kiss some of them on the cheek. There's only about ten of them, so I have my picture taken with all of them.

"Harry, I love you so much" one girls tell me "You're my world."

I soak on her words, absorbing it all. I let her words fill my veins and they bring me hope. Her words make me feel like everything's going to be okay. I'm going to be okay.

I needed this, I needed to hear good things said about me. I needed to hear that they love me. I need to hear these things in my dark moments. I need to remember that there's always something else to live for. These people here are worth living for.